April 2, Day 21

Another record breaking day. One hundred eighty seven miles in twenty four hours! Its like Fearless is the horse that has seen the barn and is going full tilt. Galloping. Pushing on with all she’s got. And the women’s curse is here. Why could that not wait until landfall? So tired and worn down, this does not help. This promise of refuge to come is tempting beyond anything I can admit to myself. I find myself checking the chart-plotter more and more often.Watching the miles tick down…. 7.2 knotts equalls thirty six hours… 6.5 knotts equalls fourty two hours… on and on. Its a little obsesive. Can’t go slower than 6.5 knotts. So tempting to throw up evey bit of canvas we have but that would only have us arriving in the middle of the night so are keeping it conservative. But it seems all three of us are chomping at the bit, Brett is yerning for land and Fearless is pounding forward like I have never seen. Despite all this good news the curse has me grumpy and I am unable to get the extra sleep that I would usually allow myself during this time. The bilge alarm woke me up this morning, it was no big deal but not a gentle wake up. But once I was awake the pain in my back would not give up and I am so far gone that I am logging N’s for S’s and I could barely get through the Net today. On the bright side this level of exhaustion means that I will sleep well tonight. Brett’s hand is okay, it looks like the wound has not entirely healed but it is getting there. I hope it finishes healing soon. I hate that Brett is lame 🙂 I am tired of doing all the dishes, the cooking and the sail trim. I am loosing my desire to cook. Not good. Oh, to see a restaurant and a laundromat.